"Creak" the door opened. The originally calm face of the person who pushed the door fluctuated when she saw a crack that suddenly appeared in the center of her field of vision. She passed through the crack in the door that only accommodated her own area and closed the door. Her eyes explored everything.
The instigator, she finally found him in the corner of the castle under the unusual dimness of the magic lights.
"It seems that the activation of the space spell is very urgent, but fortunately you are okay." Million walked to the chasm that was tens of meters long and dozens of feet deep at her feet. It was too flat, like a giant holding a sharp knife.
Cleanly cut out construction area.
"The Moonless Dance didn't seem that pleasant," Dawn stood up and ignored the abnormality pointed out by Mirien, "Do you need me to do anything?"
"I learned some news from the ball, but don't worry, you can still appear by my side in a normal manner." Miriam's words made Dawn turn her head away, "The Blessing of Life will be held in two days.
Although the scene is very lively, I need you to help me deal with some things. To be blunt, I don't think it is that easy to get the blood essence they promised. At the dance, we discussed the possibility of the evil god's stronghold. It is obvious that if it is really that easy
Once you find it, it won’t just be a discussion.”
"What do you want me to do?" Dawn subconsciously felt that the relationship between Miriam and herself seemed to have changed slightly.
"I can't say it yet, because just now I was doubting your strength. Now I believe you, but the plan can never keep up with the changes, so I just give you a mental preparation." Miriam always doesn't talk about the key points.
The way of talking made Li Ming feel a little bored. He hated these language traps that were filled with all kinds of possibilities.
, Frankly speaking, he prefers the mercenary mode, which gives you a clear mission goal and then completes it. Nothing will happen, and there is no need to worry too much about the employer. Well, Li Ming had to confess to himself,
Rose's seduction without leaving a trace made him start to have a new assessment of the danger of the Dark Elf family's existence.
"Then I'm sorry for causing such great damage to your resting place." Dawn replied with a straight face.
However, for the night elves, communication has always been their daily task. The stalemate between Dawn and Mirion was broken by the rhythmic knocking sound. Dawn had learned from the past several times and did not want to follow Mirien anymore.
It was a fire bag, so when Miriam stood up and opened the door, he chose to turn a blind eye.
"Hello, Qiweite's envoy." Mirion opened the door generously and seemed not to mind the inappropriate cracks in the room. It was a life priest from Zhamu Town, or rather
Although the conjurer was not wearing the classic dungeon attire, the charcoal-black spell that was familiar to Dawn appeared on her arm.
"Is something wrong?" Mirion stood in front of the door. The latter leaned forward and said, "The evil god's seal was touched. Following their advice, I found this place."
"Then come in." Miriam's performance made Dawn's face twitch. The magician glanced around privately and spotted Dawn sitting quietly on the ground in the corner. She narrowed her eyes but immediately turned around, "No, I want to
I may have made a mistake, but before, the gray elves carried the body of a favored drow into the dungeon. I remember that the aura on his body did not seem to belong to the drow in Zhamu Town, even though it was a
It’s a small matter, I think it’s necessary to mention it to you.”
"Isn't it an honor for him to serve the incarnation of the Spider Mother?" Million asked in return.
"That's true." After saying this, the conjurer stopped lingering and left the room, closing the door behind him.
"..." Mirien sat back on the bed. The spider pendant hanging on the top of the bed seemed to be turning into a living thing under Mirien's gaze...
In the next two days, Li Ming did not try any more formal high-level space spells, and Miriam was not visited by various spellcasters or life-sacrificial masters again. In addition to comprehending the space field, Li Ming also
I was very curious about what Miriam was doing, but Miriam just sat on the bed all the time, with no extra power to escape. To be honest, Li Ming felt that Miriam seemed to be engaging in the purest meditation, just emptying her mind.
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The beginning of the festival seemed to be just a step-by-step process. When Mirien asked Dawn to follow him in the name of a mission, the latter could only grit his teeth and follow him again. They walked out of the castle and finally arrived in front of the city wall of Zhamu Town. The goblin dwarf stood near the Black River.
In several rows, the dark bullheads were still standing at the anchor point wearing heavy armor. The messengers and their followers stood on the top of the city, and the spellcasters and hunters were guarding them.
Below, the life priests headed by the Mistress of Dengli stood in front of the gate made of dark thorns, lighting primitive bonfires and standing at the thorn gate. The black river was flowing with thick ink, and the atmosphere on the water was felt under the turbid water.
The creatures were active on the water, and they stared blankly at the mistress and her party. Covered by the dim firelight, only their outlines were outlined, like strange believers in various shapes.
"Growing in chaos, spreading fear, the shadow of eternal night, I appreciate your protection, Rose!"
Wearing a jet black gauze dress, she wears a gray-green spider-shaped cross-like pattern on her chest. Under the dark and oppressive sky above her head, she looks at the burial place behind the black water partition that releases the faint glow of bacteria and mushrooms.
The secluded forest with dead bones buried for faith emerges from the water
One after another, these ferocious-looking water beasts showed their calmness during this grand sacrifice, and were fished out of the water by invisible spider threads. They sealed their fangs under their lips as if they were resigned to their fate, and straightened their bodies to cover them.
Under the silk webs spun by a swarm of spiders crawling out from the shadow of the thorny city wall.
"Bang!" The dark bullheads threw the sickles one after another to pull out the suspension bridge. The hard-shelled black-armored spiders ran over the water beasts like locusts, and the poisonous juice penetrated the body. The rotten body and the corrupted corpse liquid were sealed in a barrel.
In the bucket cocoon, at this moment, the spider group seemed to be dominated by a unified will, spraying
Strands of snow-white spider silk scattered in the air stuck to the cocoon tube, and the black spider tide flowed back into the turbid water in front of everyone. Along with the sacrifices, it was like the ancient incantations on the wooden piles of the buoy being washed away.
Endowed with vitality, it left the solid wood host and swam on the clear water surface that accumulated downwards.
Standing on the high wall, overlooking the stream at dawn, the filthy blackness slowly sinks into the depths of the black water like suspended particles, just like the clear water reflects the waterfall. The rain is about to hit, and the clear sky turns into rumbling, dull thunder and black clouds.
Zandong, no, that is not accurate, it should be said that it is as if I am witnessing a deep building with my own eyes.
The abyss suddenly sank, and the clarity only stayed in the sight of dawn for two or three seconds before being replaced by wriggling spells one after another. The adjacent half-decayed wooden boards were swaying unsteadily, and the black ink hanging chains that were twisted like snake bones secreted black.
The light solidifies and combines to form a stable bridge deck. The wind blows and extinguishes the bonfire, and everything returns to eternal silence.
What was dimly reflected by a few rays of light was the fluorescent bacterial colony that covered the secluded forest. Mistress Dengli took the lead to walk to the suspension bridge in front of her, but the life priests slowly knelt down on the ground, like a domino effect, representing
participate
All the forces in this festival surrendered to Mistress Dengli as she stepped onto the suspension bridge. The wind mixed with moisture and blood ruffled Mistress Dengli's carefully arranged bun. She used solemnity more than grace.
describe.
"Distinguish the faith, I would like to appoint the arrogant person as the candidate for the Spider Mother's debugging. Million and Ianthe, accept this terrifying honor!" The Lady of the Pebbles opened her hand, and the spells arranged on the surface of the water rushed out.
, as the eyes of Mistress Dengli penetrated into the bodies of Mirien and Dawn, the spells soared into the air like a group of snakes stretching their bodies in the air, pounced on their prey in a graceful manner.
They looked at each other and saw each other's body wrapped in gray and black smoke. Miriam turned her back to Dawn and patrolled one side of the city wall, while Dawn had to bite the bullet and patrol the other side. The messengers were not interested in Dawn.
They still have the projection of drow status, but at this moment, they all bow their proud heads and wait for the dawn to pass by.
On the city wall, the brick walls that had been polished by goblins and other craftsmen felt very smooth under their feet. The hazy layer of smog spread on the skin like body hair. He didn't know if the sacrificed spider mother really sent her thoughts at this moment.
On his body, every step forward he could feel the emotions coming from around him, such as humility, fear, fanaticism, etc. What he read among these emotions would only make him feel more depressed, and correspondingly
Yes, the miasma surrounding his body began to become thicker. Tongspiri had already ceased to function after the suspension bridge appeared, but he received the blessing of the night elves. He ignored the darkness, and in a daze of consciousness, Dawn had already seen the path leading to
On the stairs under the city, his eyes gradually turned scarlet, and the scenery he could see became clearer and clearer, but the panic in his heart tore open the hole. Was he acting according to his own consciousness?
Bypassing the subordinate races lying on the ground, Dawn saw Mirien in front of the thorn gate. The two of them turned to the front of the gate in unison. The life priests retreated to both sides to leave a spacious passage, and the deep smoke miasma gave way.
Dawn saw it on the face of the life-sacrifice master
With piety and awe, the conjurers stood between the Life Sacrificial Master and the Dark Bull Head as if they were a barrier. Dawn once again heard the vague syllables murmuring from their mouths, but this time Dawn felt joy from the heart.
, as if enjoying their praise.
The stop of the world's rotation started to flow again because of their arrival. Dawn and Mirion walked to the suspension bridge on both sides of the Mistress of Dengli. The latter nodded with satisfaction. The messengers descended from the city wall in turn and walked to the suspension bridge in silence, "Let's set off!
"
The chains placed on the water bank were lined up to take the place of the people who led the bridge. The magician who stayed under the dark city gate was still singing a song that cut off the sharp syllables, watching the team crossing the suspension bridge out of sight.
The extinguished bonfire suddenly lit up, as if their eyes were guiding the team's return...
The clear sound produced by the accidental impact of heavy armor shocked the poison rooted in the soil. Low shrubs fell down one after another, and huge boulders fell from the ceiling. They restrained the dangerous thorns and drilled deeper into the soil. This was what they wanted to avoid.
Festival. The hunter acted as the thrust of the spear to clear the obstacles on the spear body, and the dark bull head acted as the plating to bear the bruises of the entire spear.
Clustered among them, Mistress Deng Li held up a pocket watch-like magic weapon on her chest. The eyeballs attached to the edge of the pocket watch seemed to be violently torn out of the eye sockets, bringing out thin blood vessel chains, and a purple-black dark halo appeared in the plate.
Swinging open, like pupils of eyes suddenly opening, it rose above everyone's heads, a deep purple light like a pointer guiding everyone's direction.
"The moon of the past has faded, and all that remains in front of us is the sight of the Spider Mother that has never moved away. That will be the guide beyond the moon." The deep voice of the Mistress Dengli was drowned by the sudden boiling crackling sound, and from then on
Large pieces of obsidian flow out from the sedge-free shrubs.
The spiders in the cocoon dungeon are different from the spiders in the cocoon dungeon. Their bodies are smaller and smaller than the spiders in Dawn's impression. However, they have dark purple spells on their pure black backs. To Dawn, they look more like spiders.
The mourning of a soul that cannot break free from the forcible constraints of a curse.
The secluded forest standing in the middle of the line of sight began to come alive. Looking from afar at dawn, the silky leaves became even more terrifying against the backdrop of the tree trunks that grew in reverse and retracted like bamboo shoots. The dense leaves like silky algae intertwined and interacted with each other on the majestic shore.
Otherworldly
Inspired by secular forces, pitch-black round altars were cast into each other. Under the moonless darkness, what roared in my ears were sacrificial songs and hymns sung by the natural force that resides in the underground world of conspiracy, murder, cruelty and indifference.
Death, preaching chaos.
The thick dark blue smoke gradually enlarged in front of the dawn. Being granted the blessing of the night elf as an exception, he found the source of the poisonous bees as he wished. The smoke floating freely in the entire Koleda Forest was just maintaining this vast scene.
The guardian spirit of the festival
, the buzzing and trembling air, the sound barrier paralyzing the senses, and the poisonous needles torturing the sacrifices. When the secluded forest, which is a hundred times larger than the small town of Zhamu, bent down for this grand ceremony, the strange beasts were revealed on the deep purple altar where the branches and leaves were condensed.
Lying down, waiting for Mistress Dengli and the others to be driven...